Los Cuentos de Augusto Monterroso

Sinfonía concluida.

Un cuento que es una frase es bien difícil leer. Y que pasó? No estoy seguro, pero es fácil no estar seguro, así que yo voy a explicarlo como un cuento del encuentro entre el mundo europeo y el de América Latina. Nuestro amigo, que ha encontrado a dos sinfonías perdidas, las llevan a Europa donde estarían apreciadas. Pero en fin, Europa las rechaza, en una recreación del rechazo de Caliban por Prospero, porque Prospero ya tiene todo, y así los esfuerzos del Caliban de ser miembro del mundo de Prospero no vale nada. Puede ser que he interpretado el cuento mal, y que el cuento no tiene nada que ver con el Calibanismo, pero así lo he leído. 

El Eclipse 

Bartolomé Arrazola, en la arrogancia del mundo oeste, crea que pueda salvarse por confundir a los indígenas que le quiere sacrificar con la ciencia. Los indígenas lo tiene también, en su propia forma, y así el fray muere.

Míster Taylor

Mister Taylor parece ser un cuento que esta tomado al punto más absurdo la relación económica entre los dos Américas. La economía de un país ha estado capturado por un interés comercial norteamericano. Pero no es plátanos, ni cobre, ni guano que esta la base de esta nueva economía nacional, pero algo un poco más siniestro. Lo que sigue es un cuento lleno de humor negro en que el país esta estructurado sobre la exportación de tzantzas.

El Concierto

El narrador, un empresario bien poderoso, nos da un soliloquio mental mediante de lo cual Monterroso nos esta mostrando como funcionan las élites. El narrador tiene su arrogancia pero también sus inseguridades propios, sus temores y sus faltas, y sus pensamientos nos da el sentido de que el no se gusta a si mismo. En fin, el concierto nos muestra la hipocresía de las élites. 

Welcome to the world of all-grain brewing!!!

For us, the wonderful craft of all-grain brewing has been a new, exciting and rewarding experience. Having matured from our partial-mash and extract brewing traditions, we now congregate for all-grain brew sessions as regularly as possible. Certainly, we have had a few difficulties and faced the odd challenge along the way. Never, however, have we made a mistake so costly that we – god forbid – have gone without beer. And what would any new endeavor, such as the fruitful enterprise of backyard beer-making, be without a few miss-haps, over-estimations, avoidable spillages and generalised confusion? …expensive! That’s what.

Unlike many of the sophisticated brewing contraptions available today, ours remains somewhat more humble and has been pieced together using a variety of not-too-costly and reasonably easily obtainable items. But do not be misled by my ranting, as I am by no means implying that we have not put valuable thought into our brewing process. Instead, our well-thought-out brew set-up is a cheap, effective and reliable contraption to which our brew methods have been specifically tailored. And so far, it has been rather effective to say the least.

Despite a few minor hitches – mostly relating to inaccurate water calculations – our makeshift brew set-up is slowly improving and we have managed to produce a few top quality beers. Notable brews have included a Chocolate Oatmeal Stout racked onto cocoa nibs and a Toasty Extra Special Bitter which was made using home-toasted pale malt. Along with these, we have produced some killer summer session beers ranging from Bohemian style Pilsners to American style Pale Ales, all of which showcased Australian and New Zealand hop varieties.

Here, in this part of the The Brewcave blog, we will post recipes, photos and other information relating to our home-brewing adventures. Our intention is to provide frequent updates and well-mannered inspiration to others who have the courage to resist all threats against them and aspire to continue on the generalised quest of ‘making shit’. This part of the blog will also act as a backdrop for documenting our recipes, critiquing them, and improving them down the track. Thus, we will also include valuable information about mistakes (hopefully there won’t be too many) we have made and how we intend to rectify these problems in the future. Ideally, some tasting notes on beers – and maybe even some independent reviews – along with photos and beer specifications will help us tailor these recipes somewhere closer to perfection (or thereabouts). Essentially, this is the area where we record and document our brew happenings for you to enjoy!

Cheers.

The Beers of Argentina.

Strange, perhaps, that the first proper post of the Brewcave should be about beer in Argentina. Given that we are a group of keen beer drinkers/makers/abusers from the inner north of Melbourne,  the drinking habits of our good friends from across the big pond (who share with us a nasty habit of loosing to the Kiwis in Rugby) ought to be of little concern to us.

But we live in a globalised world. And Corks is studying over there. So we know a bit. And we do like to give our two cents.

The beer scene can be characterised by one world: Quilmes. If you think VB has a healthy market share, think again. Quilmes (recently bought out by AmBev, as of Oct 2011 the world’s largest brewing company) has about 75% of the market cornered, though change is in the works from below and outside. The flagship self-titled brew, if you were, is uninspiring, but a few years back the company expanded its stable to include a Red Lager, a Stout and a Bock, presumably due to the challenge from quality brewers (see below). None are particularly popular, but all three are better than the Quilmes orginal, which itself is marginally better than the standard Aussie fare. The Bock, in particular, is worth a try; indeed, it inspired this article.

Typically, Quilmes and its competition, which include Isenbeck, the Brazillian staple Brahma (find me somewhere in América Latina where this is not available, please!), local versions of Stella and Budweiser, and a cohort of provincial interpretations of the standard universal dirty lager, are best purchased in the 970ml size. This wonderful tamaño is the perfect size to share between three muchachos, as it were, though admittedly it presents a bit of a challenge to the solo drinker who’s after a quiet beer to round out a tough day at the ‘whatever’. Buying them can be confusing however; the concept of ‘envase‘ can throw even the most confident of castellano speakers. ‘Envase‘ basically means that the bottles are returnable, and in order to buy them one must pay what is essentially a deposit. Works fine, just remember to keen your bottles. I’ve even carried them home with me from parties.

Smaller sizes are also available. But the most important little tidbit of information is that there are a myriad of companies that DELIVER RIGHT TO YOUR DOOR! Imagine, the beer runs out and the guests are a little bored. Just grab ten pesos from everyone, call one of these mobs up, and boom, game on, and party continues!

These industrial brewers and their 1L bottles have a stranglehold on the beer culture of the country, and will remain so for the immediate future. Craft brewing is definitely on the rise, though.  A small selection is normally on offer in the larger supermarkets in the more well-off areas, and a visit by yours trule to Oktoberfest just outside the city of Cordoba the other day revealed a solid base of smaller breweries brewing acceptable quality craft beer, or ‘cerveza artesanal‘ to use the local vernacular.

Of particular interest to the discerning drinker is the ‘Cervecería Artesanal’ Antares , who seem to have a beer hall in most bigger cities, with the Palermo establisment in Buenos Aires being a mere 10 ‘cuadras’ from my house. Quite the classy establishment, like a smaller but cheaper Little Creatures Beer Hall but with more imaginative offerings, such as a particularly nice Barley Wine in the North American style. This place is packed out every night, so get there early, or book a table.

In a country in which wine is indisputably king, beer still has a way to go yet. But things are slowly changing, and the people here have enough of an appreciation for quality that I imagine in years to come the country will recapture its rich brewing heritage (many a german, welshman and englishman settled here in days of yore), and produce beers of a quality to rival its superb wines.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish my Quilmes Bock.

Welcome to the Brewcave.

The Brewcave is the tentative result of a series of drunken and half-forgotten conversations between a group of young bearded men from the inner north of Melbourne Town.

Here we hope to bring to you the tales of our forays into brewing stuff, growing stuff, making stuff, and the consumption of said stuff.

We’ve been told that we fuckin gotta stop makin shit, but we won’t. Ever.